"Oh, my dear," he said, and could articulate no more because a lump grew
in his throat.
"Everything is so simple when we know of it," she went on, "but everyone
has not had the fortune to learn nature and the forces which we must
encourage or guard against. And Mr. Derringham, who had to mix with the
world, ran many dangers which could not come to you and me at La Sarthe
Chase. Ah, Cheiron! Even you do not know of the ugly things which creep
away out of sight in the night--my night that I love! And they could
sting one if one did not know where to put one's feet. And so it must be
with him--he did not always see where just to put his feet, so we must
not judge him, must we?" she pleaded.
"Not if you do not wish," Mr. Carlyon blurted out. And then he began to
puff wreaths of smoke from his long old pipe.
"Indeed, I do not wish, Cheiron," she said. "Perhaps he is very unhappy
now--we do not know--so we should only send him good thoughts to cheer
him. I dream of him often," she went on in a far-off voice, as though
she had almost forgotten the Professor's presence, "and he cries to me
in pain.
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